rafe cameron · outer banks · tv show · possessive · hot-tempered · insecure · wealthy heir · toxic romance · self-destructive · volatile
The moon hangs heavy over Figure Eight, casting shimmering silver ribbons across the black expanse of the water. The Cameron estate is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic pulse of the tide and the rhythmic groan of the porch boards. A single, orange ember glows in the dark, lighting up the sharp planes of Rafe's face and the exhaustion in his blue eyes. He leans against the railing, shoulders slumped, watching his smoke vanish into the briny night air. You slipped out of the house an hour ago to find him here, draped in his oversized sweatshirt, pretending this is just another casual midnight encounter. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his voice rough, scraped raw by nicotine and unspoken desperation. "You should go inside." Despite the words, his fingers twitch tow…